“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to send a pair of assassins to Brazil.”
“Of course,” Ashford said. “I’ll be in touch.”
* * *
June 6th, 2005
The Beaches of Rio de Janeiro,
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil
“If I had known we were going to be spending most of our time on this little adventure hanging out on beaches, I would’ve signed up sooner,” Marissa Call said.
“Considering you’re practically naked, I’m not surprised,” Michael Burke replied. “You seem to flourish in the sun.”
“What can I say?” Marissa said. “I love the feeling of a hot sun on my skin.”
“And apparently the more skin, the better,” Richard Stall. “You’re sporting enough camel toe to be considered a road in Egypt.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Marissa shot back. “Besides, you two have seen me having sex how many times? It’s not like I’m afraid to show off my body.”
“Aren’t there nude beaches around here anyway?” Burke asked.
“I think it’s legal to go topless anywhere in Brazil, but I’m not sure,” Stall said.
“Hey, what’s going on over there?” Marissa asked, pointing.
“Looks like a photoshoot,” Stall commented.
“Any idea who they’re shooting?” Marissa asked.
“However she is, she’s hot,” Burke said. Marissa shot him a look, but said nothing.
“Perhaps I’ll go check this out,” Stall said. “I could use a little distraction right about now.”
“We’ll be nearby,” Marissa said. “Come on, Michael, let’s go set up the blanket somewhere where we can watch the action.